Job 16:16

His archers surround me.

He splits my kidneys apart, and does not spare.

He pours out my bile on the ground.

He breaks me with breach on breach.

He runs at me like a giant.

I have sewed sackcloth on my skin,

and have thrust my horn in the dust.

although there is no violence in my hands,

and my prayer is pure.

“Earth, don’t cover my blood.

Let my cry have no place to rest.

Even now, behold, my witness is in heaven.

He who vouches for me is on high.